“Orange Socks” was created by myself, not yourself, who is reading this [if aloud] but by the creator of the site, not myself but yourself, if you’re reading this to yourself. Anyway, my name is Jamie Poole, I’m eighteen, some random college student person, and I made a horrible character called Orange Socks. I began it on the 8th of June 2006 and six diaries later finished it on the fifteenth of the same month of the same year.
You just need to know that Orange Socks is a little girl, nine years of age, who eats peas and who is paranoid of her cat, Blanche DuBois. If your cat was called Blanche DuBois, I’m guessing that you would be a little paranoid of her, too.
Her [by which I mean Orange Socks’s] diaries run in order one through six, and they’re all sort of related to each other; they certainly follow on, anyway. And no, my grammar isn’t really that bad at all, it’s just that Orange Socks couldn’t care less about grammar, or that which she writes in her diaries.
If you don’t like the diaries then who cares? I don’t. And if you don’t like the ending then I certainly won’t apologize for it. I just let it run out and the trail dried up and this is where the trail led me to. Writing the goddamn diaries was like being frogmarched through a big pool of molasses, that’s how the whole thing felt, like torture, and that I was going in no major direction really fast.
If you have comments or questions or can’t sleep, poolejamie@Gmail.com is the place, or rather the guy, you need to email. We have orange socks. And we don’t like yellow [it is in fact my favourite colour, but Orange Socks hates the colour yellow and you wouldn’t want to argue with her, no, not with Orange Socks].
